Article and Photography by Gradient

When plans fell through for a road trip to Nationals, my adventure wheels started turning. The local race scene took a break on the same weekend in case any usual entrants might be making the trip to Winnipeg, so there was no need to prep for an impending race. Training intervals were stuffed into the black duffel that contains my race lycra, and baggier casual shorts were pulled out with a head full of anticipation. Read More

Article and Photography by Climbing Diaspora

The countryside around Stockholm does have a lot to offer. With emphasis on around Stockholm. So before narrow daydream roads trap your view, you gotta make your way out of town on arterial roads. And that’s why we skipped the suburbs and took the commuter train to the slutstation (Swedish: final station). After a little confusion about the planned route, we left Södertäjle and found ourselves in a dazzling winterscape in no time. Read More

Article and Photography by Team Health Warrior P/B RK&O‏

The season is spent trying to find perfection. The perfect food, the perfect position, the perfect wheels, the perfect interval, and the perfect recovery. As the season wears on it’s always clear that perfect is unobtainable. Then comes the offseason – a time spent on imperfect bikes, with imperfect weather, the imperfect effort, and certainly imperfect recovery but while surrounded with imperfection sometime strange always happens – the perfect weekend. Read More

Article and Photography by Everything Will Be Noble

Back in October I made plans to do a bike tour through Maine. The idea came about after Max at Cards Against Humanity casually said to me, “We bought an island.” I’ve become good friends with everyone over at CAH over the years, and professionally they’re one of my favorite clients. Their game is funny and outlandish, yeah, but I’ve come to love everything they’ve done with their success, especially the philanthropic ventures their yearly Holiday Bulls#*t always delivers. So as soon as the island came about, we started planning how to get me out there.
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Article and Photography by Drj0nswanderings‏

About this time of year, I start to get a bit claustrophobic.
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Article and Photography by CaniScioltiValtellina

TDOTL: Traversata Dorsale Occidentale del Triangolo Lariano / Western Ridge Crossing of the Lario TriangleAnd then: “Shouldn’t a crossing on a mountain ridge consider some ups and downs?” – “So, why it seems we’re always climbing?” – “And those two peaks on our left, aren’t they the same that were there a couple of hours ago?” – “At what time will it get dark?” Questions from an impatient child, who thought for once to have a relaxing and panoramic trip and he finds instead always swearing and cursing to get home… Read More

 Article and Photography by Mike Howarth

The Peruvian Rainy season provides us with ample rainy days to tick our way through Huaraz’s various restaurants, cafes, street markets, (plentiful) panaderias and of course sample some exceedingly strong ale courteousy of the Sierra Andina brewery.

Just as things start feeling a bit too comfortable to contemplate moving, blue skies and clear views of Peru’s highest peak Nevado Huascaran offer a seemingly brief window of weather by which to lift us from our sugar induced comas. Read More

Article and Photography by Coast Rider

6 years now i have been fatbiking and riding the coast on the Winter Solstice, this years fell on the weekend so no night ride down around Tyninghame or Gullane. Today i just rode down to my local nearest part of our coast at Tyninghame, I had planned to go on to John Muir Park after here but with the afternoon high tide i decided to wrap up the day around 1pm to get home and do other stuff… Read More

Article and Photography by Big Wheel Building

A few days ago, as part of my continuing quest to figure out just where the hell I am with my life, I opted to join some good friends for an overnight bike ride. Read More

Article and Photography by Climbing Diaspora

 More than one week of a forced cycling break after crashing (and ripping off my rear derailleur) made me really hungry for riding a bike. so the #festive500 was just the right  excuse  to get away from festive duties and spent some time braving the elements. said so, my clock started ticking 500 minus 1 in near-horizontal rain and stormy gusts. yes, from the back: merry christmas eve!

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 Article and Photography by Team Health Warrior P/B RK&O‏

While all New York city cyclists dread the arrival of winter, with its bitterly cold days on 9w and utterly boring trainer workouts, the weeks preceding winter’s arrival are a rare treat as the classic NYC escape – river road – becomes inflamed with yellow, orange and red, turning otherwise normal rides into remarkable images from the road.
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Article and Photography by Andy Bokanev

“You boys wanna get in here before we get started?” the old man pointed to the bathroom next to our parking spot in the tiny roadside town of Glacier. With my winter bibs still only half on, while trying to balance my bare feet on my boots to avoid stepping on the cold wet ground, the best I could muster was a “started on what?” under my breath. “You guys heading up the mountain?” he continued. “Yes, we are”. He proceeded to tell us that the gate on the road up to Artist Point was closed after the season’s first snowfall just a few days ago. This was not a surprise. After we decided to ride up Highway 542 a few days prior, I have been religiously checking the WSDOT website to check on current snow conditions and saw that the final few miles of the climb up to Artist Point were finally closed the day before we were making our trip. Read More

Article and Photography by Hoffisterei

We start at 7. Tradition says everone who does the Rennsteig has to pick a stone from river Werra and has to drop it into river Saale at the end of it. Alright, we do it.

After passing an ugly ski-ressort around noon wheather does not want to follow forecast and it starts raining. With hail. For the rest of the day. Lars and Mario quit. Dumb Michi, Ulf and me ride on, soaked, freezig. And loose the way. Again and again. And then it gets dark, that was not planned and so we have only one little lamp just to be seen. After one hour riding in darkest night we also have to quit, only 11 km missing to the finish.

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“What the hell is that?”

Blake and I were both looking at the ridgeback formation jutting out of the otherwise flat farmland.

A sign down the road told us it was the Cathedral Ranges. It was stunning. We were driving back from Mansfield, after climbing Mt Buller, to Marysville, to climb Lake Mountain. We also noticed small placards on the side of the road indicating that a cycling event was rolling through these roads in a few weeks.

After returning to reality after a weekend of cycling, we did some research to find out what was the cycling event rolling through to Marysville.

It was The Great Victorian Bike Ride. As part of this event, The Black Spur was closed. The Black Spur is a beautiful stretch of road that’s normally too dangerous to ride due to traffic.

Ideas were swirling in my head faster than I could process them. I recalled the stunning Cathedral Ranges and concocted a plan: Blake, Ewan and I will camp at The Cathedral Ranges, ride down through the closed Black Spur, up the unsealed western ascent of Mt Donna Buang and down back to the Ranges via Acheron Way. Read More

Article and Photography by Ryan Davies Photo

 100 miles of mountain biking over three days – the South Downs Way provided a perfect long weekend adventure, chosen with the help of the useful interactive map on the National Trails website. Read More

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